The greenhouse was peaceful. Too peaceful.
Rows of neatly maintained plants stretched before Charlotte - Charlie - filling the air with an earthy, floral scent. The soft glow from the enchanted flowers gave the space an ethereal atmosphere, like something out of a painting. And standing right in the middle of it all, looking like the world’s fussiest librarian, was Primrose.
Charlie smirked, stepping into the greenhouse with a deliberate sway in her step. The satchel slung ove...